Triplets’ Mighty Mom

Chapter 203

Chapter 203 I’ll Destroy You or Die Trying Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

It’s all thanks to Camila that I’ve become like this! I only uploaded a post about Camila having a child with a beggar. So what? Was I not telling the truth? She spent a night with a beggar, so she took revenge on me in the same way? Lyla’s eyes were bloodshot with rage. Camila Brooklyn! I swear by my name, Lyla Brooklyn, that I will destroy you, or die trying! As for the shame you brought upon me today, I will retaliate back dozens of times over in the future. For several days straight, Camila had been working overtime in the studio. In the beginning, her employees were still finding their feet and adapting to the new environment. Moreover, most of the new designers were unable to work independently, causing Camila to be extremely busy as she personally handled everything at the same time. She did not have the time to pick up her son from school, so Sophia helped her with it several times. On this day, a client was in the store, and they were halfway through their discussion. It wouldn’t be appropriate to send the client away at this time, so she could only listen to the latter’s thoughts and ideas patiently. She winked at Sophia to signal her to go pick up South. In response to that, Sophia nodded and went out. Camila combined the client’s ideas and her favorite styles before sketching out a design draft Then, she handed it to the woman. “Miss Camidge, do you like something similar to this?”

The woman was surprised. “Wow, you’re quick!” Camila explained, “This is just a sketch; it’s a rough outline of the outfit. I just added some features to it according to your requirements, and then I’ve added some suggested elements according to my experience. You can take a look first and let me know your thoughts. I’ll modify the parts you’re not so keen on!” The woman held the sketch and carefully considered it. “I’m a little short, so I don’t think the skirt part should be this long. It will make me look shorter.” Camila smiled and said, “Miss Camidge, I did take this into account. Your outfit design is actually a mullet style, which just means that the skirt is short in the front and long at the back. In this way, not only can it set off your elegance, but it can also lengthen

the overall visual effect.” The woman was pleasantly surprised. “Oh, is that so? You’re so thoughtful. By the way, I want it to look unique. Is it possible for you to add some decorative elements here?” Camila replied, “Yes, but any embellishments should be kept to a minimum. If the dress is overly embellished, it will look overdone, and the beauty of the skirt itself will be lost!” “Okay, then I’ll leave it to you!” the woman said. Camila discussed with the woman for a long time before sending her off. Just as she straightened up, the phone in her hand rang. “Miss Camila, the teacher said that South had been picked up 20 minutes ago. Do you mind finding out who picked him up?”. Hearing this, Camila was taken aback. “Didn’t the teacher say who came to pick him up? Was it a man or a woman?” Sophia replied, “The teacher said it was a woman who wore a mask.” After hanging up, Camila pondered for a while. Could it be that Kate took South away? But she would’ve told me first, right? Although this possibility was remote, she still called Kate. “Katie, did you pick up South from school?” Kate was dumbfounded. “Huh? Pick up the child? No, I didn’t. Did you ask me to?” Camila’s heart began to pound uncontrollably. “It wasn’t you? South was picked up by someone at school. It’s okay, I’ll ask someone else.” With that, she hung up the phone. Suddenly, hundreds of bad thoughts sprung up in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more scared she felt. Holding the phone, she immediately called Silas without even thinking about it. Silas was flipping through some documents in his office at this time. Although his face was expressionless, his body exuded a terrifying pressure, as if a violent storm was brewing within him. A few managers stood across his desk with their heads lowered, not daring to even breathe.